Okay so last week me and my dad were at our cabin for over a week out in the middle of now where. It was the second to last day before we left and we were beating the piss out of his polaris because he wants to rebuild the top and low end because of bad piston slap in it its 10 years old well it didn't blow up. About two miles from our cabin we were doing about 30 35 I was in 4th or 5th I don't remember; and I was riding rite next to him and he slowed down and all of a sudden I see sh*t flying out from under neith his quad it looked like valves and the springs. So I going flying by slaim on what brakes I had and turn around and pull up next to him and hear whats left of the belt slaping the belt case (the belt was seven years old), he says pull in front of me your pulling me back I said thats going to fry my clutch he goes well good excuse to get a better one. So he started pulling me I was riding the polaris and about a mile down he pulls over and says its slipping bad so I go to the cabin and pick up the suburban and thats my story. Oh ya the next day we went to the nearest napa 30 mile away one way and 10 bucks worth of gas to find out the belt is 50$ oh well we needed one.
